"Junior Brother Chen, have you ever studied the heritage of spiritual plants?"

"Never, I've just been interested in farming since I was a child."

At the edge of a spiritual field in the Giant Wood Ridge, Chen Mobai was conversing with two disciples from the Spiritual Plant Division of the Shenmu Sect. In front of them was a three-acre field of mature Jade Bud Spiritual Rice.

The air was filled with a refreshing aroma of rice.

Looking around, all they could see was a sea of golden rice.@@novelbin@@

The plump rice ears hung down naturally like nuggets of gold, forming perfect curves. With the gentle breeze blowing through the woods, they swayed back and forth like golden waves.

This scene of harvest satisfied the two disciples from the Shenmu Sect who came to inspect the yield of the spiritual field.

One of the disciples picked a rice ear, feeling the fullness of the grains inside the husk, and couldn't help but smile.

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